No joke and no exaggerations, the following is the exact conversation that Noah and I just had on the way home from preschool. It had me bustin’ stitches.
Noah: Dad, I’m hungry.
Dad: What should we eat for lunch?
Noah: A hot dog.
Dad: A corn dog? (usually he means a corn dog when he says he wants a hot dog)
Noah: Dad, say what I say. HOT…
Dad: DOG… Hot. Dog. You want a hot dog?
Dad: Okay, we’ll have hot dogs.
Noah: Actually, I want to get some toast, cook some cheese on it, cook some ham on it. Then put mustard and ketchup on it.
Dad: We can do that. You know what else we need to do?
Dad: We need to give the dog a bath.
Noah: Can I help you?
Dad: Sure. Why don’t we give the dog a bath and then have lunch.
Noah: Can I have a cookie too?
Dad: We don’t have any cookies. We could make some cookies.
Noah: Yeah, I want to make some cookies.
Dad: Okay, let’s make some cookies. First we’ll give B.B. a bath, and while the cookies cook, we’ll make your toast with cheese on it.
Noah: How about first we make cookies and then we give B.B. a bath, and then we have lunch?
Dad: That’s fine.
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